People

There is no fate

But this is no coincidence

Oh, what a sweet little prophet

Just keep telling me that to be alone is okay

All I need to know is

To go to sleep holding hands

Only means we will dream seperately

And to think so seperately

Only means to grow beautiful

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There is

No need to share the pain because

We suffer seperately too

All I need is

A basket of ink and brightly coloured garments

This is no coincidence

I was born to love this logic

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Someone tell me to be with another person

So I can refer to your counsel

I'm waiting

And changing

And my smiles are open for

Interpretation

Because

I miss everyone quite suddenly

Not who they are but

Who they used to be

Its so beautiful

To miss these souls

So terribly

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Girl plus mirror

Equals one percentage misery

And unless he asks me directly

To simply waste away with him

And be demolition lovers

Cowering under each

Fragile shadow

Then I won't mind if I'm dressed to the white

In lace and in silk

When it will suit someone better anyway

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I definitely shouldn't share treasures

Because

Their earthbound beauty and knowledge

Are almost meant to reflect

Everything I have expressed

Or someday will

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Months pass

And people change

Months pass

And new lessons are learned

You can't always look

With such blind eyes

Listen

Wait

Focus on the

Everlasting

Happiness.